Who was that stupid meathead and what was he trying to do with 'Nee?

That was the only question burning in Dean's mind while he observed the scene next to the catering door. The food on his plate was left untouched; something Roman immediately noticed when he sat next to him. "Why aren't you eating?"

Dean's jaw clenched when he saw the big tattooed weirdo smiling at Renee and her smiling back at him. "Not hungry."

Roman raised his eyebrows, knowing full well that there wasn't a time when Dean wasn't hungry, but he decided not to say anything. Instead he tried to follow Dean's gaze and see what he was so focused on. "What's going on? You don't like Baron?"

Dean finally looked at his friend, frowning. "Didn't know chicken wings were called Baron around here."

After overcoming the initial confusion, Roman had to stifle his laughter, biting his lip. "I'm not talking about chicken wings. That guy who's talking with Renee is called Baron Corbin."

Dean looked towards his girlfriend again, slightly embarrassed. "Oh. Yeah, I don't like the way he acts. Especially with 'Nee."

"No need to get jealous. She's obviously not interested." Baron had just started playing with her hair for some reason – and she leaned back a bit in discomfort, which in the midst of Dean's frustration made him slightly satisfied.

"Yeah, I gotta go now." Dean got up from the table and walked over to Renee, who was just laughing nervously while the slimy dude was explaining her something. "Hey, darlin'."

She looked up at him and immediately relaxed when he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his other hand still clenched up in a first at his side. "Oh, hey. I thought you were just–"

"Can I talk to you for a second?" he said in a low voice close to her ear, completely ignoring the other man's presence. Renee noticed how tense he was and just nodded.

"Sorry, I have to go now", she said to Baron, who didn't even have time to respond due to Dean's impatience. He led them outside of the catering to a small corner in the hall where nobody was passing by and slouched so he could be on her eye level.

"Do I have to kick his ass?" he asked in a serious tone, making her hazel eyes widen.

"No! Why would you do that?"

"He was making you uncomfortable."

"No, he just… we've never talked before, so–"

"Are you sure?"

Renee sighed, cupping his face and looking straight into his eyes. "Honey. Relax. It's all good."

"But why was he touching your hair?" Dean almost pouted.

Renee shrugged, sliding her hands to his still tense shoulders. "He said there was a bug or something in it."

Dean huffed. "Yeah, right. I know those bullshit excuses. He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat."

A slightly incredulous smile stretched Renee's lips before she spoke again. "Oh, I know what's up with you. You're being jealous."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are." Her smile grew even wider and she circled Dean's neck with her arms. "You're so cute."

"Next time I see him close to you, I'm bringing a baseball bat with me."

"No, you're not. You know I only have eyes for you." She gently pressed her lips against his, playing with the curls on the back of his neck. He kissed her back eagerly, holding her close to his body. When they finally broke the kiss, she traced his lips with a single fingertip, thinking out loud. "You know, if I were a bit more evil, I'd actually try to make you jealous on purpose. I kinda like it."

"Don't you dare", he murmured, leaning his forehead against hers. "Why can't all dudes be like Roman?"

"What, married?" she said and laughed. Dean had to smile.

"Didn't mean it like that, but that's a good solution too."